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We went and got our marriage license this morning.

$68.00. Cash, check or debit card. Or, being Southern California, dinero.

Picture ID.

You fill out a work sheet and then they call you to a window.

We had Ms. Romero. She typed up the data. Not much. Simple. Parents. Place of birth. All that. They want to know what our parents citizenship is. We are, after all, a border state.

Showed our picture ID.

Signed the form. Took an oath that everything was true.

Ms. Romero was great. Jolly. Interested. Very engaged. (So are we).

My fianceé and I hugged a little and held hands. No one minds any of this here.

It is very freed up.

The other thing is that no one batted an eyelash about its being special in anyway. No "Ohhhhh gay men getting married!!!" shit.

She did ask who was doing the ceremony and commented that more of the work is going to the Palm Springs deputies than they get at the Indio courthouse.

We could get married there on a Saturday. They even have a little place for it outside. A bower.

Now we have to get married in 90 days. We will.

The certificate gets filled out. At least one witness. We will have two.

Then four weeks later we can get a certificate.

Of course it is a done deal on the instant of "I now pronounce you.........". Just not a certificate for four weeks.

It was a trek. All the way down valley. But it was well worth it.

A glow that will last a while.

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